Do Feelings Change? - Tobuscus Story
by I LOVE Sparkley Scars
Summary: Things change. People don't. That's what she's stuck with her entire life. But do feelings? Because she sure hopes either these feelings for Toby change or he starts seeing her differently. Little does Sydney know that his feelings aren't changing because they're already there. Toby Turner/Sydney - For Sydbuscus
1. Instagram, B Days, Sydbuscus & Mustaches

_**Hello once again for the first time Audience! Welcome to my new story. It's something I decided to write for the one and only, Sydbuscus. That gurl is just brimming with epicosity! Check her out if you haven't. This story is my way of saying thank you for not only her awesome story, but for talking with me on here. I get this huge grin every time she replies, I kid you not. So once again, thank you gurl for just being awesome! Toby would be proud! I wrote this for her, but hopefully some of you will enjoy it as well. I kept it pretty much as just 'she' and 'her', except for a few times, so you can put yourself in there. Which is what I do in stories... Please tell me you all do that, otherwise I just made this very awkward... Anyways! Enjoy **__**chapter one!**_

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**Do Feelings Change?**

**Chapter 1 - Instagram, Birthdays, Sydbuscus and A Mustache!**

**Third Person POV**

Sticking on a comically large pair of nerd style glasses, she sticks out her lips in duck face and makes a cheesy peace sign as she turns to face her friend. "Well, what do you think?" She asks, flashing a smile as he drops the girls beanie he was looking at.

Snapping his eyes to her, he place a hand to his shaved chin in thought. "Hmmm...I don't know. It yells, 'SMART!', but does it yell it too loud?" He questions himself before striding closer to her to grab a smaller pair of fake nerd glasses with a hanging mustache. Slipping the current glasses off her face, he glides these on instead. Taking a step back to admire his work, he nods in satisfaction. "Much better. It suites you. It says, 'I'm smart, but cool about it. I'm not gonna rub it in your face'," he trails off, giving her a once over. "Yeah, I'm definitely voting those."

She beams at him before turning around to check them out in the small display mirror. "Yeah, I see what you're saying, but I think the handlebar mustache might be a bit much." Spinning around, she pulls them off. Standing on her tip toes, she slides his glasses off to put those on instead. "Much better on you, don't you think?" She questions, grabbing his hand to guide him closer to the mirror so he can see without his prescription glasses.

Checking himself out in the mirror, he makes weird faces to see how they look with the glasses. "I don't know...let's let the Audience decide," he declares with a grin. Pulling out his iPhone, he wraps an arm around her shoulder and pulls her in close as he snaps away pictures on Instagram to post to his fans. 'Sydbuscus and a mustache. Also, I'm in there too. What do you think of the new shades?' "Perfect!" Toby mumbles to himself as his phone uploads the picture.

She stands on her tiptoes once more to change out the glasses for his actual pair. She would never admit it, but even though he hated having to wear them, she loved him in them. Toby looked more astute and cute in her opinion, looking more like the fun loving, nerdy yet serious guy she fell in love with. Not that he knows that and if she's got anything to do about it, he never will. The last thing she wants is to alienate one of her closest friends by making a move.

The girl shakes her head to rid herself of those thoughts. With a small laugh she takes his hand. Leading him away from the sunglasses rack where his ADD was kicking in strong. They walk around the store hand in hand, like it's perfectly normal for friends to do that. Neither knowing that the other wanted more.

"What about this? Think Ciara will like this for her birthday?" Toby pipes up, pulling off a shirt off a rack.

Sydney looks it over with a look of horror. "Toby, you're my friend and that's why I'm going to be honest with you...that's hideous."

He looks it over in surprise. "It's not that bad. I'd wear it," he replies in defense with a shrug.

She nods, "Exactly, that's the problem! You would wear something like that but not her, think what she'd want. Something like...," she looks around the store before dropping his hand. Returning a moment later, she holds up a few bracelets. "This." She holds out her findings with a victorious smile.

Toby looks them over before nodding. It was a better pick for a teenage girl than what he had found. "Okay, you were right. I can't shop worth crap for girls," he admits before adding in, "Thanks for coming too. Ciara would've hated her present otherwise." He'd never let on that it's strangely easy for him to shop for Sydney. He seems to be able to read her like an open book. They've both got so much in common yet are so different that he just seems to know. "I seriously love your gurl, you're amazing."

Sydney just shrugs it off like its nothing, though she can't deny the fact that her heart starts pounding at those words. "Love you too Buscus," she replies back.

Neither know just how true the others words are.


	2. Our Last Goodbye

_**Hello once again Audience! I'm glad you've been liking the story gurl. And, I'm happy that other people have been enjoying it as well.**_

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**Do Feelings Change?**

**Chapter 2 - Our Last Goodbye**

She hangs her head in her hands, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she listens to him. "When are you going to get it? She's toxic for you Toby. She's not good for you, this isn't healthy." They've been going round and round like this for hours. She's tried to delicately point this out to him, but he doesn't seem to be getting it.

He rolls his eyes at this. Toby's heard this more and more from her lately. He's getting sick and tired of her insulting his girlfriend. Right now he just wants someone to talk to about her, not someone to trash talk her with. "Syd, stop it! I honestly don't understand what your problem is with her. Olga's been nothing but nice to you."

Looking up at that, she arches a brow as she stares incredulously at him. "You're kidding me, right? This is California. Hollywood, California. It's called being a good actor. As one yourself I'm surprised you can't see it," she replies, her tone as if she's stating the obvious. "Olga's poison. That's all you need to know."

Hazel eyes narrow and a frown tugs at his lips. "You keep saying that, but you're dead wrong. It's because you mainly hear the bad things about her, when I come to talk after we break up. But, I never tell you about all the amazing things about her."

"That's right, you come to me _every_ time you she breaks up with you. Which has been how many times? Eight! I'm there with you every step of the healing process _every_ _damn_ _time_. I listen to you complain about her, be your shoulder to cry on. And, I see what it does to you every time. It _destroys_ you and it gets worse every time. It's not going to stop." With a sad shake of her head, she brushes back a lock of hair as she continues. "Toby, you can't see it, but I can. Olga's going to keep doing this to you. She only pulls you back in when you finally start to move on, which apparently she won't allow. She keeps dragging you down. It took 4 months to get you out of your slump last time. It's not healthy, for you or for her. Can't you see that?"

He brushes her off. "So what? We have problems like every other couple in the world has. And, if you want to talk about relationships, I recall a few I helped you through too, but you never heard a word from me," he points out.

"Never heard a word? Are you high?! You berated me for dating them every step of the way. You were looking out for me like a friend does. That's all I'm trying to do for you. I don't like what she does to you." Sydney's voice falls to a soft tone, concern in her gaze. It really does kill her to see him so broken. He tries to put on his happy face, but she can see through it and he knows it. So he ends up running to her for help. Which of course she gladly gives. Sydney would do anything for that man. But not this, not anymore. Toby has to realize this can't go on anymore. Olga Kay is not the girl he thinks she is. Problem is, he seems to be the only one who can't see it.

"She doesn't do anything to me!" He snaps defensively. "I thought you were my friend? Friends are supposed to support each other in everything they do. So, why aren't you supporting my decision to be with her? I love Olga, Syd. I really do. We'll work through this like we always do. You'll see." That small, signature smile full of happiness that she loves lights up his features. "I think she could be the one. I can really see spending forever with her."

Her eyes widen at that. Sydney knew he loved her, but never _that_ much. Suddenly her chest tightens and she finds it hard to breathe as her heart constricts. A pit forms in her stomach and she feels tears prick at her eyes. Adverting her eyes so he can't see, she is silent for a moment before standing quickly. "You know what Toby? That's great. Honestly. You can love Olga Kay and want to spend forever with her all you want. But not with me as your friend because I can't do this anymore. I can't ride along with you and pick up the pieces she leaves behind. I can't keep fixing you."

Eyes watering even more, she struggles to continue. Though she doesn't want to, she knows she needs to do this. Sydney doesn't want to be just this to Toby. If he's doesn't want to see who Olga truly is that's fine. But she's not going to stick around and watch her tear him down. Not anymore. "I'm done Toby. I can't watch her ruin you over and over again. I can't do this."

Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she stands and begins making her way to his front door. Stopping in the doorway, she doesn't dare turn around to face him. Mustering up every ounce of courage she has, Sydney starts with a bittersweet tone. "I love you in every sense of the word. Not like you love Olga or how you think she loves you. I love you. I love every side of you, everything that you do. I have for a while," she admits. "But I can't do this. I can't be cool about this anymore. I can't watch you do this to yourself because it _kills_ me. Having you as a friend was amazing. I can honestly say you were my best friend."

Casting a misty eyed glance over her shoulder, she sees that he's still sitting on the couch, unmoving. Toby's eyes are wide in shock and his lips are parted in surprise. He looks like he wants to say something but is refraining because either he knows she isn't finished or doesn't know how to reply. Or possibly both. "It was really nice knowing you Toby, but this is our last goodbye. Have a good life. Goodbye."

That seems to snap him out of his stupor. Though he doesn't know how to react to her confession of love, he instead focuses on the thing he does know how to react to. "Fine! Leave! You know, you say that I was your best friend but, clearly I wasn't. Because if I was you wouldn't be acting like this." Standing, he glares angrily at her. It's obvious to her that he doesn't understand just how serious she is about this. More than likely he thinks it's just a heat of the moment, not really meant type of thing. But he's so wrong. "It's awesome that you don't want to see me like that anymore because you won't have to. You talked about not seeing Olga for who she really is, but I think I finally see you for who you are. A jealous, selfish, manipulative bitch! Get the Hell out of my house Sydney!" Toby shouts.

Sydney knows him well enough to know that he really doesn't mean it since he's the type of person to say things he doesn't mean when he's angry. That doesn't stop the words from stinging though. Because hearing that from someone she considered a best friend hurt, someone she loved with all her heart _hurt_. The tears finally break free and fall at that. Sparing him one last look, she wipes her blurry eyes and bolts out the door to her car.

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_**Okay, Toby seems a little OOC in this but, bare with me. I wanted to put in some heavy drama and this seemed to be the best route. I promise he'll come around and soon. Have hope!**_


	3. LOVE, EVOL Her Love Is Evil

_**Hello once again Audience! I promised Toby would come around and he does in this chapter. Which means we're getting closer to them getting together, get excited! WEEEHEEE! **_

_**Also, the quote at the beginning of this chapter is something that I heard in a song and I think it fits Toby and Olga's relationship perfectly. What do you guys think?**_

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**Do Feelings Change?**

**Chapter 3 - LOVE, EVOL. Her Love is Evil**

"It only takes two lonely people to screw love up and make it evil. It only takes a drop of evil to screw up two beautiful people."

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A month and a half. That's how long it's been since she bid him goodbye. It took him almost a solid week for him to calm down to finally call her. But when he did, it took everything in her to not answer. Calls turned into texts which turned into Twitter which than moved into emails when he got nothing from her. He even stopped by her apartment a handful of times, but she wouldn't answer the door. She can't be his friend if he's with Olga. She just can't. And, if she's going to cut him out, it has to be cold turkey.

Eventually he stopped trying. Toby grew angry at her again when she refused to talk to him. He really hadn't really thought she was serious when she told him that she was done. Well, that's fine. He was going to prove her wrong. Olga isn't perfect, but she isn't poison. And, true to what he told Sydney, Olga and him did work through their last fight. They moved on and worked past it like every other couple in the world.

Though their newest bout of happiness didn't last. It wasn't long before Olga found another flaw in their relationship. Something that she blamed completely on Toby. Something that he was told needed to change. When he couldn't deliver and fix the issue, she got pissed. Olga argued with him that he didn't really love her. It was clearly obvious to her that he didn't if he wouldn't change himself for her. And, when he argued back that he did with all his heart she wouldn't have it. She kicked him out of her house.

When he was driving back, Toby was somehow reminded of Sydney's words. This back and forth with Olga was not healthy. Suddenly, when he thought back on their recent fight, he couldn't look at Olga the same way. She wasn't who he thought she was. She wasn't who he wanted her to be. She wasn't the woman he fell in love with. Syd was right, he thought bitterly. Olga is poison.

Quickly making a U-turn, he heads away from his house. He needed to see her, needed to apologize. Syd was right, he had been blinded by love. She was right and he deserved the impending 'I told you so' she was going to give him. If he was going to give up the girl he thought about forever with, he wasn't going to give up his best friend.

Parking haphazardly in the lot of Sydney's apartment, he takes the stairs up to her door two at a time. Knocking at her door, he makes sure it's loud enough that she'd hear it at this late hour. She awakens with a grumble of annoyance at the loud, obnoxious knocking. Swinging back the covers, she stumbles still half asleep to the door. If it was the neighbor's kids playing a joke again she'd kill them. Swinging open the door, she rubs the sleep from her tired eyes and looks up. To her surprise Toby's standing there. The last person she'd expect to see.

"Hey Syd," he greets with an attempt at a small grin.

Before she has a chance to question why he's hear, she catches sight of the hurt in his eyes and the slight slump in his posture. That smile of his isn't on his face either, instead replaced by a deep frown. She knows that look. That's the 'Olga and I just broke up...again' look. Heaving a sigh, her thoughts of cutting him out fly out the window. She can't turn him away. Not after seeing that look, that look of hurt that makes her heart constrict. Stepping out of the doorway, she gestures for him to come in.

"What happened this time?" She questions as she shuts the door and follows him into her living room, flipping on lights as she goes. Curling up at the far end of the couch, she stares over at him as he takes a seat on the other end. He looks worn out. The way he always looks after going through a fight with Olga. Though this time, there seems to be something different about him. It almost seems like he's lost that look of resilience in his eyes. That little twinkle that shines when he'd go on about how he'd make it up and win Olga back. It almost seems like he's giving up on that this time. The man looks more lost and broken than she's seen before. It makes her heart hurt. Scooting closer to his side, she places a hand on his.

He looks over at her at that. Something flashes over his features that appears like resolve. Giving her another attempt at a smile, he shrugs off her question. "We got into a fight. Again." She gives his hand a gentle squeeze at that, offering what comfort she can. "But, that's not why I'm here," he starts, surprising her. Turning his hazel eyes on their clasped hands, he sighs softly. "You were right," he admits softly.

She furrows her brow. It sounded like he said she was right, but is it about what she thinks. And, it doesn't matter if it is about Olga. She didn't want him to realize it this way, not if the cause was him looking and acting like this.

"Olga is bad news. You were right. I was wrong. You hit the nail on the head when you said I was blinded by love. I was. You were just being a good friend and trying to warn me. I was an idiot Syd and I couldn't see that. I don't know where I'd be if you hadn't helped me every time Olga broke things off." Using his free hand to run a hand through his hair and down his tired features, he casts a look at her. "Think you'd be willing to help me one more time? I think I'd make it out better with my best friend back." That sad attempt at a smile is back.

Her heart breaks at that. She knew she'd forgive him without a second thought. Sydney's heart wouldn't let her truly ever let go of him. "Of course." With that, she envelops him in a tight hug.

Arms wrapping around her in return, he holds her close, relishing in the comfort she brings him. "I'm so sorry for what I said Syd. I hope you know I didn't mean any of that. I'd never truly think that of you in a billion years," he apologizes in a whisper, tightening his hold on her.

Letting a small smile fall over her lips, she rests her head on his shoulder. Replying back just as softly, she can't help but nuzzle into his neck. "I forgive you Toby. I do."


	4. That Smile

_**Hello once again Audience! We're getting closer to them finally getting together. Get excited! WEEEHEEE! And, I'm glad you're liking the way this is turning out Sydbuscus.**_

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**Do Feelings Change?**

**Chapter 4 - That Smile**

Things were tense for the next few months. It took a while for things to smooth over in their friendship. Thankfully though, Toby never said anything about her confession of love. Of course, he really wasn't in the right state of mind to be thinking about love. Slowly but surely though, Sydney was helping him through his slump. It was his worst to date, but since he was determined to be finished with his back and forth relationship with Olga it wasn't surprising.

Toby threw himself into work and, to her surprise, his music. He'd picked up the guitar again. Something he'd be neglecting since he started dating Olga. Syd and him were even more inseparable than before. She was determined to help him heal, in any way she could. Whatever tension Olga brought between them before only seemed to strengthen their friendship now. No longer did Sydney have to walk on eggshells and lie when Olga was brought up. All the words she wanted to say about the girl, mostly bad, where welcomed. Toby didn't mind trash talking his ex. Actually, it seemed to help him when he went through his angry and bitter phase.

Those few months dragged out into almost a year. And, if Toby was being honest, he'd gotten over Olga a few months ago. He'd never admit this, but he was milking things with Sydney. He wouldn't openly say this, but he thought it was cute the way she doted on him. The way she'd stick by his side for comfort. She'd accompany him when he needed a "date" to an event. Sydney was the first girl he'd call on when he needed one for his videos and the first person he'd go to when he wanted to go out. She was always there for him. Something he was immensely grateful for.

That profession of love for him started creeping back into the forefront of his thoughts more and more as time passed with her. He knew that she thought he had forgot about it, and truthfully he had for the first few months. But, somewhere during April, it started popping up. Hell, he even started dreaming about the girl. The girl who was his best friend. In situations that were less than appropriate for their current relationship. Things that would make him question what the Hell his subconscious was smoking when he woke up.

Thankfully Gabe was the only one who new about his newly developed yearning for her. He was all for Toby exploring his new found feelings, just as long as he was careful how he approached it and that he went slow. Gabe was glad his friend was ready to move on, and with someone he knew would treat him better than Olga had. Though, inwardly he was wary of Toby going ahead with things. He had seen first hand the way that girl looked at him. She acted like he hung the moon, and for her, he had. But, he didn't want to see either of them get hurt. Not when he couldn't tell if Toby truly felt something for her or if it was just a rebound type of thing. She had been there since the beginning, helping him, and it was natural that Toby would latch onto her. He didn't want to see their friendship end in ruins if something went wrong, because he wasn't sure how it would play out. He knew it'd crush Sydney, that he was sure of. And, even if Toby never said anything, he knew his friend would be depressed to loose someone that close to him.

Sydney however remained oblivious to Toby's newly discovered feelings. Around her, he was just regular old Toby acting like that charming idiot. That wonderfully random guy who made her smile wide and laugh until she cried. She never knew that he was trying harder to make that extra joke, to earn that extra smile from her. That smile she reserved for him. That smile that made him happier than if he'd met the president who just happened to give him a million dollars. That smile that he's started to love.

Toby would never say just how much he'd love to wake up to that smile.


	5. Does No One Understand Romantic Gestures

_**Hello once again Audience! Shout out to iambethayres and Sydbuscus for reviewing. I'm so happy that you both are liking this! This is the chapter where they finally get together! WEEEHHEEE! Hope you all like cheese whiz...**_

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**Do Feelings Change?**

**Chapter 5 - Does No One Understand a Romantic Gesture?**

Running a hand through her hair, she huffs a sigh as she looks over the large stacks of papers piling on her desk. Wonderful. More paperwork. Sometimes she really questions whether or not she needs this desk job. It's not the glamourous job, doesn't offer the best benefits, or pay the greatest, but it manages to keep the bills paid. Though every time she thinks of quitting, she stops. Even though she hates being stuck in a cubicle everyday, she likes the work. It's something she enjoys. Something she's good at.

Pulling her hair back in a makeshift bun using a pen, she starts off sorting through one stack. She pauses though when she hears the loud sound of whistling. Furrowing her brow, she wheels her chair back to look down the hallway between the cubicles. Looking both ways, she shrugs when she sees nothing.

Her coworker Ana pops her head over the wall from the next cube over. "Do you hear whistling? Or have I finally gone insane?"

Sydney shakes her head, looking up at her friend with just as much confusion. "No, I definitely here it too, but it doesn't help me much since your sanity has long since left."

Ana casts her friend a mock dirty look, but it falls when the sound of the low and constant boom reaches them. Then the whistling starts again. Abandoning her papers, she stands and tries to peer over the top of the cubes. Everyone seems just as puzzled. Work here has always been filled by only the sound of ruffling papers, typing, and the occasional word here or there. Mainly a place of complete silence. It's strange hearing something like this.

She shares a look with her friend as the whistling grows louder and the booming becomes more prominent. Other sounds are starting to come through, almost sounding like strings. The whistling stops and it sounds like someone's singing. No, shouting the lyrics. Yet they're too far to be understood. One thing is clear though.

It's a song.

A figure holding a boom box high above their head begins striding down the walkway towards them. As it comes closer she can distinguish that it's a man in a tan trench coat. And, they appear to be...gliding closer?

_No_. She knows who it is, who it has to be. But no. He wouldn't...would he?

Trick question. Yes, yes he would. Toby's heelying down towards her. There's a big goofy smile on his face as he waves the boom box above his head. His head is thrown back as he shouts the lyrics. Of course making the song his own by changing some of the words. "WEEEHHHHHEEE! You make my world go round! You turn me up, you turn me upside down! You make Worldbuscus go round and round! You get me off, and not in that kinda way. Off the ground! I mean off the ground gurl! Don't make it weird!"

"Oh Lord..."

"You pick me up when I fall! Yes, you gurl! You Sydney!"

Sydney can't decide whether she should be flattered that he'd do this for her, or pissed and mortified that he came to her work to do this. Something that could get her fired. _Awesome_. She decided on the earlier, figuring that if she needs to be pissed, she'll give him Hell later. Feeling her cheeks flush as Ana sends her a look, Syd tries to ignore her friend. Instead she focuses on the ever approaching figure of Toby.

As he gets closer, he can see she's smiling at him. That one smile he loves. That smile only he can bring out. His grin grows and he kicks off harder on the carpet, heelying faster towards her. Stopping a few feet from her, he sets down the boom box. Waving at her, he takes a dramatically deep breath and breaks out into the rapping verse of the song. Using his 'oh so wicked skills of epicosity', as he once called it, he pulls it off flawlessly. "Gurl, you like an elevator cause you always pick me up. Gurl, you're like a doctor, when I'm sick you always stitch me up. You could be my DJ, I'm your record, come and mix me up."

He acts out each line, using his acting skills to showcase what's going on in the song. Toby has a field day on the next line. "You can be my lollipop, let me, let me lick you up." He drops it down low then slithers back up, breaking out his special dance moves for her. At the end of the line, he winks playfully making her cheeks redden further. "One a bottom, on the top, baby let me flip you up. You could be my soda pop, Coke, SPONSOR, sip it up. Whip cream, whip it up, strip, unzip it up. I could be your chip, you my dip, let me dip it up."

As the verse ends and drops back into the next chorus, he grabs her hands and pulls her in. He leads her in an impromptu waltz, going completely off beat to the hip hop beat.

"Toby? What're you doing here? And, what's with the...," she trails off, eyeing the ill trench coat and boom box.

He shrugs, still leading her in the dance. "You make my world go round gurl, I had to come let you know," he states as if it's obvious. Though his heart is beating just as fast as hers, anxious of what she thinks about it.

Suddenly the music stops. Pausing in their dance, he looks over to see his iPhone still sitting in the cradle on the boom box, but the screen is empty. Just black. "NO! Damn Mophie battery pack! You can't die now!" Not that it would've mattered much regardless. Security is running down towards him and he sighs. He'd figure the receptionist would've let him on through. Does no one understand a grand romantic gesture these days? Damn cynical people!

"Looks like that's my cue. See you later Syd?"

Looking up at him, she nods. Casting a look past him at security, she pulls her hands back from his. "Yeah, later... You sure you're gonna be okay?" Turning her eyes back to him, she questions, "You won't go to jail for this, will you?"

Blowing a raspberry, he waves her concern off. "Jail, shmail! I'll be fine. It's a romantic gesture and this is building security, not _real_ cops. I'll be fine. You know me gurl," he soothes. It's true, he would be fine. That man knows how to talk his way out of any situation.

Any concern about him being tossed in jail or getting a fine for public disturbance quickly dissipates. Romantic gesture? He said romantic gesture, right? "W-wait...romantic gesture?"

Toby's eyes widen in realization and he face palms. "Idiot! I almost forgot...," he trails off, leaning in and capturing her lips just as security reaches them.

She freezes on the spot. This is what she'd wanted for years and now, it's almost too much. It can't possibly real, right? Regardless, she quickly recovers and pours everything she has into the kiss and he gives it all right back. This has to be real. His lips, they're softer than she ever could've imagined. And, while he's gentle with her, the way he moves, he somehow manages to guide the kiss into one of passion.

Pulling away after far too short a kiss, in both their opinions, he just gives her that signature Toby smile. Not bothering with anything else, he simply grabs his boom box and spins on his heel to follow security. Glancing over his shoulder, Toby and her lock eyes and his grin widens at seeing her dazed and dreamy smile. He simply waves enthusiastically in goodbye.

"Later Syd!"

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_**Sorry if the cheese was too much for you, but I couldn't resist. Hope you liked it!**_


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